The French Quarter of New Orleans is like no place else on earth. The architecture is spellbinding. The history, the food, the music, the smells, the sights. This glorious stew draws the most colorful humans to its embrace. There is a mood here of tolerance and freedom, all the way to delightful craziness. Natives and tourists share this space 24 hours a day. It’s a great place to ride your bicycle on a quiet Monday morning, taking in the sounds of deliveries and the heavenly smells of lunch cooking behind open doors. It’s also a great place to wander on a Saturday night, spinning inside the kaleidoscope of raucous dazzle on Bourbon Street and all its side streets.
When you are strolling Jackson Square, you might as well be in Paris. I’ve run out of gas for today so I will finish the commentary another day. But here are some photos. . .